"I asked, "Are you sure about this? I feel the same way but I want you to be sure, Jen." I'm very sure," She replied as she grasped my penis with her ...hand. Without a word, I rolled her onto her back, leaned over her, and began suckling on her breasts. They're a perfect size, large enough to sag some, large nipples made for suckling, and I was putting them to that use. I moved below her breasts and began kissing her abdomen. "Wait!" She said, "I need to pee." I moved off of her and she jumped up. I looked around the room and to a man, and even Carly and her kids, they were all captured by the beauty of the music. I saw many of the team members crying freely as they listened to her play. This was better than any other music I had ever heard in my fifty-seven years and I had listened to everything over the years. Sandra played another half hour before finally calling it quits, and everyone was clapping and cheering. I even heard clapping coming from the guards outside the cabin. Jimmy. I have an ongoing affair with my boss at work that is described in other stories. Occasionally I find myself needing more satisfaction when my boss isn't available. So sometimes I chat with random internet guys. Questions like "what are you wearing?" and "what are you doing today?" tend to put me to sleep, but sometimes I'll find a guy who is very interested in me as I am, which means a small breasted, petite, sneaky, blond, blindfold-loving, particularly oral and sometimes shy girl. And, yeah,. They were in reasonable physical condition. The prematurely balding dark haired guy had curly back hair over his chest and flat belly. His blond friend had less body hair. Surprisingly both wore Speedos, a pleasant change from the more usual long baggy shorts for a voyeuristic woman such as myself. It was nice to unobtrusively admire their cute buns at the back and bulges at the front. Just as the heat made me think about cooling off in the pool a splash caused me to open my eyes. The dark.